She waits…..

All alone in the twilight hour….she waits for her mind to catch up with her lifeless body…just so she can rest for the night. All thoughts are processing, replaying and pausing and deleting. Trying to forget or remember or leave all behind. She waits with patience while her heart reloads for the next round of flashbacks. All she wants to do is rest without worry but the sound of her amplified breathing makes her chest feel heavy….for what but nothing to recall. Slowly she calms as her mind becomes in sync with her body and her body is laying still……silently she waits and she will still wait…until the mourning